She chose her research partner over our 30-year marriage

For thirty years, I raised our children alone, scraping by on pennies while my wife, Luciana, supposedly served our country in the shadows. I sold my blood to pay for our daughter’s surgeries, kept our home a sanctuary, and prayed for her safe return. Turns out, she wasn't a hero in a distant bunker; she was living a blissful, secret domestic life with her research partner. Now she’s finally home, but she isn't asking for my forgiveness. Instead, she’s demanding I apologize to her lover for the "inconvenience" of my existence, mocking my thirty years of sacrifice as nothing more than petty, small-minded failure. She thinks I’m still the spineless, broken husband she abandoned three decades ago. She has no idea what happens when a man who has already lost everything realizes he has nothing left to burn.